Halloween Micro Story- Fiction by Liyona

Dark and crooning. I am starving. Ripping my feathers to satisfy my hunger. I perch only for the glory of a wandering soul’s gaze. Waiting. Slowly my hunger grows as does the darkness. Shrieks. Caws. My talons sink; deep. The screams are devoured by my hunger; I feast.


I wrote this in response to 50 Word Horror Story Contest 🙂 Check it out if you’re feeling spooky!

Myself Unknown – Free Verse Poetry by Liyona

Radiate from me

And never be afraid

To speak light

In this evensong,

The grapes of wrath

Led me astray

Who will call

Me home?

Remember all of me

And never be afraid

To sing love

In this service

The body longs

To be whole

Who will laugh

At me?

Understand the me

A mirror that has

Yet to reflect

In this movement

Hands and feet

Bring me home

Who will name

My eyes?

Mystic Mister

Mystic mister

With bright green eyes

And hearts of gold

You number the glass jars

In your sanctuary

Mystic mister

With fire in your tongue

And lips of iron

You place the elixir

Next to your bedside

Waiting for the morning light

Mystic mister

With long dark arms

And locks of rose

You change your name

And identity 

With every passing day


This poem is directly inspired by the Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge found here at Go Dog Go Cafe. The prompt this time was to Use fire, mystic, and identity in prose or poetry. I am working through older prompts to help spark my imagination.

Water fall

As the evening air

Cooled my silken hair

I found a place to sit

Against the 

Waterfall

As the lovers wandered

Red painted lips

I found a place, a home

And watch

The water

fall


This poem is directly inspired by the Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge found here at Go Dog Go Cafe. The prompt this time was to Use the phrases “red painted lips” and “silken hair” in a piece of poetry or prose. I am working through older prompts to help spark my imagination.

Photo by Andrew Coelho on Unsplash

A time for writing

It’s been a while since I took up the proverbial pen (so to speak) and wrote or posted anything on this blog. This is in part because I have moved, taken a camping trip and helped my parents sell their house. It’s been a bit of a whirlwind the past month. Within this space, I have wondered about myself. I have asked “What am I doing?” “Where am I going?”.

Change seems like an ever constant friend in my life. But I am still surprised each time Change comes knocking at my door. “Oh! There you are!” I say and proceed to let them in. They really like to stay for a while and shake things up.

Part of me wants to blame the change in my life for my lack of writing. Honestly, that really isn’t the reason. I have been unwilling to sit down and process all these life changes. Moving forward I want to shift this way of thinking and let my writing be a place to express what is happening in my life. I want to commit myself to blogging, penning poetry and rhymes and crafting short stories.

Each time I take a break from writing, I always find myself falling back into its gentle embrace. The words and the cadence of the sentences allow for my mind to sit at ease while a world rages around me. Last year was a whirlwind and I am still processing everything that happened. My mind, my heart sits in silence and my inner dialogue rages while my outward appearance reflects a calm demeanor. I have not let myself process last year. I have not let myself process this now. It feels bottled up inside, waiting, lurking.

What am I trying to say? I want to take time to write thoughts and feelings. Create small snippets and vignettes that express what I am feeling. I want to keep writing. I want to keep this blog going and create more and more. But I have to be honest, it may not be pretty or lovely. It may be very melodramatic or cringy. I am willing to take that chance because I believe that I need this space. I need this small corner of the internet.

So thank you for reading, liking, and commenting. I do not write to become famous. Instead the friends I have made on the way have made this writing journey even more sweet. Thank you for being an excellent listener and staying even when I have lost my voice.

If you are interested in what I have been doing outside of the blog, I have been published in the second issue of Free Verse Revolution, I will also be part of the Anthropocene Hymnal and the Beautiful Struggle Poetry Anthology both of which will be coming out later this year. I have been extremely blessed to be part of these projects and I look forward to stretching my writing and my creativity even more.

Best,

Liyona